Adam
Adam approached the shrine with the swaggering confidence one might approach a bar. He had forgotten, in his first two days of freedom from The Pit, to go to Ludo, but as soon as he had remembered his previous, seemingly pointless, quest, he had marched right over to the temple.
He held the horn in his hand casually, rested his weight on one hip and looked over the shrine. After a moment he took some colourful stones from his pocket that he had found on his walk back home, thinking they seemed the kind of thing a child might like (and therefore, Ludo). "Hey. Ludo. You here? I got your...horn, though I guess it's broken or something. It doesn't do anything."
men, they say a lot of foolish things
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
